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shappochklack
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Regardless of how many times Isac looked out through the window the weather didn't seem to change. The clouds never moved. He yawned sleepily and shuddered. The building was old and chilly and didn't contain enough radiators to keep the place warm. At least not the guard's office. His chair squeaked a bit as he stood up and walked to the door. He hesitated a few seconds before pressing down the door handle. It was a habit of his. Ironically, he was working at a mental hospital.
"How are we feeling today, Mr? Aren't you supposed to be at your own department?" he triumphed, scowling at a troublesome old man who always messed with him.
"For God's sake, Isac, this is his department," called a nurse in the other end of the corridor and sighed heavily. She was getting tired of the guard's countless attempts to try and catch the mischievous patients before they had even done something.
"Oh... Of course," he answered and hurried away the way he had come.
"How are we feeling today, Mr? Aren't you supposed to be at your own department?" he triumphed, scowling at a troublesome old man who always messed with him.
"For God's sake, Isac, this is his department," called a nurse in the other end of the corridor and sighed heavily. She was getting tired of the guard's countless attempts to try and catch the mischievous patients before they had even done something.
"Oh... Of course," he answered and hurried away the way he had come.